[voice-over] As a kid, there was a part of the Flash Museum that always scared me. I guess it's normal for children to be afraid of monsters. But this monster was different. [The young Nora walks to a display of a newspaper with the headline "Who Is Cicada?"] No one knows where he came from, how he got his powers, who he is. All that's known is his alias, and the last sound his victims hear.
[Jump to present-day S.T.A.R Labs, with the adult Nora talking to Team Flash.]
The subcutaneous undereye bruising which indicates you've been crying. A flaky skin which indicates dehydration, probably from alcohol consumption. Alcohol plus crying can only mean one thing: you have been duummmped.
You have a lovely family, Detective West. By not giving me what I want, by putting your life in danger, you're gambling their future with you. If you knew what I know, you'd cherish them more.
I just don't get Nora. I mean, I thought our training was sinking in. I mean, she defeated Block, she was really making progress. And next thing you know, she wants to break into CCPD and kidnap a suspect in police custody. I mean, it's like she wants to... make Hersch Cicada.
Think about it. She's been hearing about the ripple effects on the timeline since she got here. And at first, they were relatively small, but now, Cicada...
That is a huge weight to bear for someone who just wanted to spend time with a dad she never knew. She feels really guilty, Barry. She wants to try to fix her mistakes, whatever that takes. Sounds like another speedster I know, actually.
For... all of this. Just, I felt like a complete joke after that hostage thing, and then "Sherloque" shows up and everybody swoons over his so-called master detective-ness. You were nice enough to invite me along, and I pushed you... into that. And... I'm really sorry.
No, closure. It may not be pretty, but I finally know the truth. And that means everything. So for my buck, you're the best detective a girl could ask for.
Hold on. Look at the time stamp on the post. Seven-fifty-two pm? Nora and I were still with Jonesy, and the fire at C.C.P.N. hadn't even been reported yet.
Quite a breakthrough, aye, Monsieur Dibny? One that I cannot take any credit for. Hmm, all the credit, all the praise, goes to you, Monsieur Dibny. It was your instinct to follow the mask, right? Well, you were right, and I was... less right. I apologize.
I'm sure it's a good one. Look, Nora, I don't have to visit the future to know what kind of mother Iris is gonna be. She cares about family, more than anyone I've ever met. Okay? I support her decisions. Past, present and future.
All right, I'll make you a deal. For every chore you do, I'll tell you one thing Papa Joe told me about your father that didn't make it into the precious Flash Museum.
Peter, you don't want to do this. Look, I know how you got your abilities. The night of the Enlightenment, right? You were hit by a piece of the satellite, weren't you?
